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Chapter 467 Kennedy's Dodging and Shaking

"Several thousand times?"

Hill couldn't help but gasp, looking at the cold, aloof man in front of her.

"Yes." Kiritsugu Emiya gently rubbed his throbbing head.

"This... how many times have you used your abilities since you gained them last night?" Hill couldn't help but ask.

"How many times did I use it? Or rather, I never stopped, averaging about 3 times per second."

Kiritsugu Emiya couldn't help but say, "This ability is really convenient. There's no consumption at all. When I'm tired, I can just fall asleep in the foreseen future to recover my fatigue."

"Three times per second." Hill couldn't help but take a deep breath. "And now?"

"Yes, I've been using it all along." Kiritsugu Emiya said with his expression remaining indifferent, "Every second is stretched to three days, and before I come back each time, I have to think about what I need to do in reality."

Although Kiritsugu Emiya spoke with utmost calmness, Sheele understood the terror within.

A second is stretched into three days, which feels incredibly disjointed to people facing this reality.

In their presence, Kiritsugu Emiya might appear extremely happy one moment, but the next second he could become incredibly calm.

Because all that joy is worn away during the foreseeable day, leaving only endless indifference in reality.

Hill felt that the man in front of him was even more reliable than Himmler, his former right-hand man.

"If we had let this guy micromanage during the war, we might not have lost," Hill thought to himself, a strong sense of certainty rising within him.

"If we cooperate with this man, this war might... no! It's certain we can win!" Hill thought firmly to himself.

"By the way, those two from the Matou family are also Heroic Spirits and Servants," Kiritsugu Emiya reminded them. "Those two have very troublesome abilities. It's best to avoid them until you find a way to counter them."

"What are their abilities?" Hill asked.

"Eyes that can shatter all supernatural beings and an immortal body that can heal everything," Kiritsugu Emiya said, recalling the battle scenes in the future.

No matter how you fight, whether you dismember Yan Ye or subject him to slow slicing, you can't break his spirit.

Each time, the opponent would emerge from hell with unwavering resolve, accompanied by a group of heroic spirits, to fight him.

Unless he was absolutely certain of defeating this guy's spirit in one fell swoop, Kiritsugu Emiya really didn't want to get entangled with him.

"These opponents are all tough guys," Kiritsugu Emiya thought to himself.

Looking at Kiritsugu Emiya, who remained perfectly composed, Sheele asked, "Have you obtained information on everyone?"

"Of course not. I've only made predictions more than 80,000 times. That amount of time is just enough for me to learn the names of 1.5 million people in the city and some basic information."

"However, I have marked most of the Servants and Heroic Spirits from the Holy Grail War."

As he spoke, Kiritsugu Emiya looked toward the airport in Fuyuki City in the distance.

According to the prediction, a battle is taking place there at this very moment.

"Don't even think about running away, you loser."

On the way to the airport, a car tire was punctured by a thrown stone, and after a brief descent, the car crashed into the curb.

Kennedy looked at the man who stepped out of the car with an arrogant expression and said, "You are one of the losers who were killed by that lord, aren't you?"

The man's face was gloomy, and he remained silent in the face of Kennedy's questioning, but his right hand subconsciously reached for his lower back.

His talent is [Mechanical Manifestation].

The machine can be equivalently manifested simply by providing the corresponding material.

From ordinary bullets to interstellar spaceships traversing the universe, everything can be realized through equivalent exchange.

"Stop struggling, just submit to me obediently." Kennedy said with arrogance, "Use your abilities to pledge your loyalty to me, and let me reach the other side of victory."

But how could a man possibly agree? In the end, there can only be one victor, and the consequence of submission is eternal torment worse than death.

"What a joke, just die." The man pulled a submachine gun from his lower back and fired a barrage of shots at Kennedy's head.

"They really won't give up until they see the Mississippi River." Kennedy thought dismissively, then immediately assumed a boxing stance to face the charging gun.

"Da da da da da da!"

On the highway, the sound of submachine guns firing was like thunder, but Kennedy paid no attention to it.

After all, he has the ability to dodge perfectly!

The next moment, facing the oncoming bullets, Kennedy's head began to shake wildly from side to side.

Each sway was a rhythmic beat, and the frequency of the brain shaking was even faster than a machine gun bullet, leaving countless afterimages.

At that swinging speed and arc, an ordinary person's brains would probably be flung out of their seven orifices, but Kennedy remained completely calm.

If he had been as quick-witted as he was when he rode in the convertible, he would never have had that so-called "brainstorming" opportunity.

"Damn it, how could this happen? What kind of ability does this guy have?!"

The man, holding a submachine gun, couldn't believe what was going on with the guy in front of him, whose head was shaking like a ghost.

The next moment, the man lowered the gun, pointing it at Kennedy's abdomen from his forehead.

This time his head did stop shaking, but his belly dance was so fluid and swirling in the air that it almost seemed to fly.

oi…io…oi…io

In mid-air, facing the bullets from the submachine gun, Kennedy's figure transformed into a phantom, easily dodging wave after wave of bullets, and then steadily approaching him.

"Click-clack-click!"

With a series of clicking sounds, the man's submachine gun ran out of bullets, leaving him only able to watch in despair as Kennedy approached.

"I've already said it, you have no chance of winning."

Kennedy smiled, his body moving with ghostly grace as he dodged the knife that the opponent had sneaked at him, and flew directly behind the opponent, kicking him hard and knocking him over.

After dealing with the enemy, Kennedy stepped on the man's back to subdue him, and looked at Tokiomi Tohsaka approaching from a distance.

"This is the second loser today. Each of these losers possesses a talent system given to us by that master. By manipulating and possessing their talents to arm ourselves, this victory will be ours."

Tokiomi Tohsaka nodded in agreement, then turned to Kirei Kotomine beside him and asked, "Kirei, hasn't your Heroic Spirit appeared yet?"

"Still no, teacher."

Kirei Kotomine gently shook his head and said, "Although I sensed that I did summon a Heroic Spirit, there was no trace of it. That guy was like a ghost or a substitute, and even I, as the Master, couldn't detect him."

Upon hearing Kirei Kotomine's reply, Tokiomi Tohsaka couldn't help but frown.

Because this matter was so bizarre, he felt that Kirei Kotomine's heroic spirit, the so-called Phantom Seventh, did not exist at all.

(End of this chapter)